God damn rain...
Just when I thought I was feeling better, here comes the rain and I’m down again. Despite a gorgeous letter that’s never far from reach and some limited heartfelt interaction, I’m in the dark. I want so badly to call or show up on the doorstep with a stereo blasting Peter Gabriel but I can’t risk clouding cloudy thoughts.
The bedside’s littered with cards, letters, pictures, and the envelopes they came in. Picture frames are back up. Trying to trick myself into thinking this is all a dream. Is this good? bad? pathetic? unhealthy?
My feelings haven’t changed.
Don’t give up… don’t give up… don’t give up…